Clove: I'm glad you like my story... about you.

Amber68: In reality, yes... but if you think about it, when Clove talks about how she felt guilty that she killed several of the tributes, she goes through an subconscious transformation. Trevor will help with that. Good observation, though.

Clato 27: Clove was definitely partying... in a quiet way, but I get what you mean.

silverfly07: Thank you!

Guest: I never really liked the fact that the dead tributes, especially the unnamed ones, weren't ever going to enjoy life. That's where this story came from.

IzzyQuagmire0907: Thanks!

girlwiththeknifes: Okay... I updated.

Clove

"Aren't you excited?" Rue gushed as the TV was turned off.

"Definitely," I smiled as I got off the chair.

"I'm going to bed," Glimmer gave me a quick hug as she walked off, Marvel's arm around her waist.

"Are they... going to bed... together?" I stared awkwardly at the two.

"Of course not!" Trevor laughed, walking to my side. "Marvel's just dating Glimmer, and he's just going to give her a quick kiss on the cheek and go to his room."

"And you know this how...?" I teased, nudging him playfully.

"I pass by their door every night," Trevor defends, his hands up.

Thresh chuckles, while Rue rolls her eyes and says, "I'm going to hit the sack now. I'm barely twelve!" she laughed as she walked down the hall to her room.

"I'd better make sure she knows where her room is. They all look the same!" and with that, Thresh struts down after Rue, his walk confident and stealthy, despite his size.

"Which room is mine?" I ask Trevor, as, if by unspoken command, we both began walking down the hall.

"The sixth door on the left," he replied, his face solemn, "since you finished sixth," he adds.

It was as if I'd forgotten the Hunger Games. I was a killer then. I killed Trevor. I killed so many kids in that arena, lived so many cruel things, said harsh words, desired to hurt something, it's something I don't ever want to relive.

"O-Okay," I mumbled.

"Relax!" Trevor wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "That Hunger Games meant nothing to us, really. It was necessary, it was our fate to... I guess 'die,' but we never really did 'die,' did we?" Trevor chuckled.

"No, we didn't," I laughed.

Suddenly, it was as if nothing happened, we never were in the Hunger Games.

"Let me take you to your room," Trevor took my hand, and he led me down the hall, and stopped at the sixth door.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Trevor smiled, and he walked down.

He was the first to die.

He has door 23.

I was awakened by the sound of angry rage sounding through the hallway. Pulling on a T-shirt and jeans, I yanked open the door.

To come face to face with Cato strangling Trevor. The other tributes, still deathly afraid of him, cowered against the back wall. Marvel was on the floor, unconscious. He probably tried to stop Cato, but Cato hit him with one of his powerful punches, knocking him out. Glimmer hovered over him with a wet rag and a worried look on her face.

"Cato! Stop!" I screamed. Cato's head snapped up.

"C-Clove?" He stammered.

Walking quickly over to them, I roughly pushed Cato away to check out Trevor. He was unconscious, and his face was gentle and soft.

"Trevor? Are you okay?" I caressed his face.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. "C-Clove?" He whispered.

I smiled. "Are you okay? Cato has a vice grip," I tried to make my voice sound joking, but my voice cracked.

"I know," Trevor shrugged his shoulders. "I never thought that I'd ever experience..." Trevor trails off, his gaze turning to Cato, who was probably fuming behind me.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, looking him over.

"Not really," Trevor shook his head. "I'm just going to wash up, and then I'll go down to breakfast," Trevor assured, sitting up. Attempting to stand up, Trevor wobbled, and nearly slammed his head on the ground, had I not caught him.

"How about I take you to your room, and get you a wet rag?" I suggested kindly.

Trevor hesitated for a brief moment, before nodding and letting me take him all the way down to his room.

Laying him in bed, I went into his connected bathroom, grabbed a small hand towel, and washed it in lukewarm water. Coming back out to him, I looked him over again. There were angry red, black, and blue splotches all over his neck.

"These look bad," I commented, dabbing his neck with the rag (A/N: I have no experience in stranglings, so bear with me.)

"S'not so bad," Trevor murmured before he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Making sure he still had a pulse, I kissed his forehead, and walked out, closing the door behind me.

To come face to face with an angry Cato.

"Why didn't you finish him off?" he snarled.

I shook my head. "This isn't the Games, Cato. This is our version of paradise. We don't kill them off now. Besides, Trevor's my friend," I told him.

"Seems like more than a friend," Cato growled.

I shoved him, hard. "If you don't respect my choices, then fine. But if I hear you laid a finger on Trevor, then nothing won't stop me from killing you," I hesitate before adding, "3."

I walk away, leaving a bewildered Cato behind me.

I sat down next to Glimmer and Marvel, fuming mad.

"Are you okay?" Glimmer asked.

"That's a bull question, Glim," Marvel shook his head.

"I can't believe Cato sometimes," I growled.

Marvel patted my back. "Shh..." he cooed. "Cato doesn't know how to turn off the bloodthirsty Cato side of him, Clove. He'll come around..."

A fiery-haired girl sitting across from me nodded. "It took me three days to not distrust everyone. I'm Cinder. Cinder Finch," she introduces.

"Clove, Clove Hekate," I introduced.

Suddenly, the doors slammed opee so hard, the doors flew off their hinges.

"CLOVE!"

Look who's in hot water.

Me.

Who gets Clove calling her "3"?

~squirmyorchid~